Friday, September 08, 2006

"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more:
it is a taleTold by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
--From Macbeth (V, v, 19)

ahhh....the essence of life encapsulated in a prose so worthy of the praise of everlasting eternity...

hahah okie i tink ive rambled on enough..=X


Posted by shellsofsilence at 2:57 PM